White Truffle Inn

I took Jennifer to the W.T.I. for dinner as part of the victory dinner she won from the bet. I am glad we went, the food was incredible, albeit a tad expensive. But the portabello mushroom, prosciutto, and melted cheese napoleon was absolutely funderful. and that was only an appetizer. Filling too. main course was a chicken milanese which was nummy, except that I couldn’t finish it, had to save for the apple concoction they made. One of the owners is a pasty chef. Shwe kicked ass. It’s situated in this old doctor’s home made in 1912 or something. I loved it, serene, cozy. Well up until these three drunk snobs sat at the bar adjacent to the table and began disturbing our good time. Anyway It was nice, went back to her place, and dozed off till just after midnight, then went home.